Game of Thrones: The Bronze and Fire Lord.

Chapter 343 The Norfos Army Attacks

Having recruited a top-tier warrior, Imon was in high spirits.

I carried the single-flowered Ke with me, intending to show it off to Damon.

Unexpectedly, Damon merely glanced at it, stood up, and said, "I'm leaving. You can handle Nasa Star."

Before leaving, Lisanzhuo assigned more than 800 Slavs to stay behind.

"It's so boring."

Amon had a sour face and didn't like watching Damon put on an act.

No sooner had Damon left than Torero arrived on Nasa.

"Your Highness, we have brought Mor safely."

Torero dismounted and reported breathlessly.

Riding at full speed all the way, without the excellent equestrian training of nobles, one really couldn't withstand the bumps and jolts.

"Thanks for your hard work."

Imon introduced Torero and his party to Dandoke, and then said, "From now on, Nasa Star belongs to me. Someone needs to clear the ruins and repair the palace walls."

Torero was taken aback by what he heard. He looked around at "White Bear" Harlow and "Strong Man" Shan Duoke, and felt a headache coming on.

The two bears were clearly generals, and he was the only cultured person present.

"Yes."

Imon patted Torero on the shoulder and encouraged him, "I appoint you as the interim governor, in charge of cleaning up and repairing Nasastar. You must do a good job and not let me down."

"..."

Torero's lips twitched slightly; he wanted to refuse, but he couldn't bring himself to speak.

If you're going to say you can't do a job when you haven't even done it yet, then you're making your first appointment as Prince Aemon.

How will they ever get into the heart of power on the Iron Throne again?

"Yes, Your Highness. I will do my utmost."

Torero gritted his teeth and accepted it.

But when he looked around at the ruins of Nasa Star's city-state, his legs went weak and a sense of powerlessness rose up.

He only brought ten mercenary knights with him, and didn't even have a single handyman under his command.

Let alone repairing the palace, even clearing the ruins is difficult.

"Haha, I knew you wouldn't let me down."

Amon laughed heartily and said, "Don't worry, I'll send someone to help you."

Upon hearing this, Torero felt somewhat relieved.

"How's that old geezer, Moore?"

Amon then changed the subject.

"White Bear" Harlow answered first: "His riding skills are not bad, he can barely keep up with the group, but he complains too much."

As Imon had anticipated.

He had someone bring Moore forward for a look.

The old man's hair was disheveled, he was covered in sweat from exhaustion, and he needed help to walk.

But he was in good spirits and didn't look like he was about to collapse from exhaustion.

"Take him away and assign five men to guard him in shifts."

Aemon waved his hand, not wanting to see him again.

The fundamental reason for this trip was ultimately Thorin of Corhol, dissatisfied with the Iron Throne, who led his troops to launch a surprise attack on Damon.

Mohr must always carry this with him, in case he needs to deal with Kohol.

Before that, Imon had an even more important strategic objective.

"Norfoss's garrison on Nasa suffered countless casualties, but some remnants still roam around, and it is necessary to send someone to wipe them out."

As soon as he finished speaking, the eyes of the three newly recruited subordinates lit up, all wanting to claim this credit that was practically free.

Torero was born into nobility, possessed a vast amount of knowledge, and also had the talent to command armies and manage economic trade.

He is a versatile talent (a weaker version), someone who knows a little bit about everything.

Specific capabilities are yet to be determined.

"White Bear" Harold and Dandoke are pure warriors, highly perceptive of the battlefield, and newly allied with Aemon, eager to prove themselves.

"Leave it to me, Your Highness."

Harold patted his chest and then knelt down on one knee.

Dan Duoke was calm and composed. Seeing that His Highness the Prince had not spoken, he stood motionless in place, even more rigid than the Immaculate One.

"Then it's up to you, Harold."

Imon glanced at the silent Dandoke and said seriously, "I'll give you over a hundred Slark riders. Within three days, wipe out the remaining bandits and rabble near Nasa Star."

"Yes, Your Highness!"

Harold's face lit up with joy, and he got up to find his assigned team.

Imon then looked at Dandoke and said with a softened expression, "The remaining seven hundred men and Lisanzhuo's fifty men are all under your management. They will temporarily assist Torero in clearing the ruins."

Dan Duoke couldn't speak, but he patted his chest with his large hand on the futon, making the chainmail woven with iron rings rattle.

Harold and Dandoke were both veterans who had followed Damon and Lisandro, and they quickly took control of the army without any awkwardness.

It is worth mentioning that Damon had a total of more than 30,000 Slark cavalry under his command.

The cavalry were not the elderly, weak, women, or children.

The story begins after Aemon liberated Slavery Bay.

Having received his gifts, Rao Khao grew powerful and transformed his Karasa into a large tribe of 100,000 people, conquering across the Great Grass Sea.

"White Bear" Haro's Karasa was defeated by Rao Khao, and he himself wandered around the Kohor Forest with a group of surviving Kohor.

Several remnants of the Karasa army, having lost their khao, suffered the same fate.

These scattered khalasas gathered together, elected a new khao, and decided to "extort" gifts from Kohor for the sake of the khalasas's food and clothing.

On the way to Kohol, we came across Damon's town.

The Dothraki raided wherever they went, and plundering an obscure town was a piece of cake for them.

Clearly, they've messed up.

Damon defeated the reorganized Khalasar and beheaded the new Khal with the clan sword "Dark Sisters," displaying it before all the Dothraki.

The Dothraki were already doomed at that time.

Surprisingly, Damon not only didn't kill them, but instead bought a large amount of food supplies from Kohol and distributed them to treat the wounded in the Karasa.

At this point, we must mention Aemon's contribution. Thanks to Lao Khal's unintentional promotion, Aemon Targaryen's name spread throughout the Great Grass Sea, and countless Dothraki secretly worshipped him.

The fact that Damon and Aemon share the same surname, as revealed by the deliberate leaks from Lisandro, further suggests their father-son relationship.

Furthermore, Damon defeated them and treated them kindly, showcasing the unique personal charm of the playboy prince.

A combination of factors.

The Dothraki of this Karasa were all subservient to Daemon and willingly followed him, wishing that everyone would become his blood-sworn guard.

It was with this Carrasa that Damon finally established himself in Kohol.

……

three days later.

With Imon's help in driving Vomisol, Torero's cleanup went smoothly, removing silt and boulders from the stream and clearing the initial waterway.

In addition, the ruins of the palace of Nymeria, the warrior queen of the Loyna, were also unearthed.

The white marble palace with pink and green stripes is relatively intact, with no deformation in the foundation and base of the walls. Only the walls are cracked and the roof has collapsed, which does not affect the need for reconstruction.

As long as you have white marble of the same material, you can rebuild a magnificent palace on the ruins.

Of course, these are all minor matters.

Having established a base, it's natural to expand outwards.

"White Bear" Harlow lived up to his reputation as a Dothraki Roaring Warrior, moving freely across the stream-lined plains and easily annihilating the remnants of Norfolk's army.

"Your Highness, Your Highness!"

As Imon directed Vomisor to remove the broken stone pillar blocking the road, Harlow rushed over, his face showing a mixture of unease and excitement.

"What happened that made you so anxious?"

Amon frowned and shouted a reprimand.

The Dothraki are brave, but they are also wild and untamed, requiring constant discipline.

Harlow was reprimanded but did not complain. He knelt on one knee and said in a deep voice, "The scouts report that a Norfos army of no less than three thousand has appeared on the banks of the Nahn River and is marching towards us."

"People from Norfoss?"

Immon was taken aback, wondering if anyone would dare to come to Longkou to have a tooth pulled.

On second thought, the news of Damon's attack and his occupation of Nasa had not been leaked; those who knew about it had all been silenced.

This Norfos army was likely there to reinforce the garrison on Na'sa Star, ensuring that the Na's River basin would not spiral out of control.

"Isn't that a coincidence?"

Imon chuckled softly: "Summon Shan Duoke. One of you will lead seven hundred cavalrymen in a surprise attack, while the other will lead one hundred cavalrymen to flank and outflank."

The three-thousand-strong army of Norfolk was just the right amount of appetizer.

Once you're here, you're not leaving.

……

On the banks of the Naeun River.

Norfoss's army remained stationed and rested.

"My lord, the garrison on Nasa Star still hasn't replied."

A scout approached Commander Bartoto Ulon.

Bartoto has longhair ancestry, with gray hair, blue eyes, and a height of about five feet four inches (164cm). He is short and wiry, and wears armor.

The long-haired people are an ancient race from the continent of Essos.

Legend has it that they were a group of warlike barbarians who rode unicorns to conquer all directions, and were taller and larger than the Iban.

Most notably, they have fur that resembles that of wild animals.

These body hairs are usually distributed on the shoulders, arms, chest, back, thighs, and backs of the hands and feet, and at first glance they look like they haven't evolved properly.

After the Rhoynar were defeated by Valyrian Freehold, the Slawed Ones secretly occupied the ruined planet Na'Sa, which led to their expulsion by Prince Greygaris of Na'Sa.

Prince Greygalis was a brave and skilled warrior, a legendary figure in history.

They drove the long-haired people out of the Lohn River basin and into the cold winds of the Norfos Hills.

Prince Greygalis disliked the climate of the Norfos Hills and preferred the warm, spring-like climate of the Lohn River Valley, so he ceased his attacks on Norfos.

The long-haired people drove out the native population of Norfolk and, through intermarriage and interbreeding, formed the modern Norfolk.

Therefore, the Norfolk were very skilled in warfare, especially in mountain and open field battles.

"Before you, scouts reported seeing Dothraki riders. It seems that Na'Sa has already fallen."

Bartoto had long hair hanging down his temples. He did not have the tall stature of his hairy ancestors, but he inherited their strength and war instincts.

Should we retreat?

The adjutant inside the tent asked a question, and the other junior officers also turned their gazes toward him.

Bartoto slowly shook his head, walked out of the tent, pointed to the grassy slopes where the Dothraki riders had been, and said with a serious expression: "The Dothraki number in the thousands or tens of thousands, and the entire route to Nasa will become their pasture."

"But now, there are only dried hoofprints and a few hoofprints on the grass, which means that the main force of the Dothraki has already left."

The Dothraki riders from earlier were likely either rearguard left behind by Damon Targaryen or scouts stationed on Zanatha.

However, in any case, there will be no large number of Dothraki stationed in the ruins of Nasa Star.

They can seize this opportunity to regain control of Nasa Star.

"Send out all the scouts to observe the situation along the Na'en and Lorne Rivers and determine the true nature of Na'sa Star."

Bartoto made a decision immediately and issued the order: "You gather the troops, and make adjustments immediately once the scouts have intelligence."

"Yes, my lord."

The adjutant and junior officers were very impressed with Bartoto and withdrew.

Bartoto, a short man, stood on a haystack beside the stables, gazing at his own army.

With over a thousand people, it's impossible to see the end of the line.

This Norfolk army, however, set up a well-organized camp, even digging trenches around it to guard against Dothraki sneak attacks.

"The Dothraki have taken full advantage of their cavalry. We cannot confront them head-on. We must march to favorable terrain and use phalanx formations to defend ourselves."

Bartoto stroked his beard, the long gray hair on the back of his hand even smoother than his beard.

Norfolk is located in a hilly area and has a cold climate with cold winds blowing all year round.

Unlike the Valley of Ayrin, which also has a valley, the Norfolk Hills are all mountains with no large tracts of good arable land.

Warhorses cannot be raised in remote mountain valleys.

Therefore, the Norfolk army consisted mainly of spearmen, trained in spear phalanxes, and were skilled in field battles and defensive warfare.

(End of this chapter)